Late

Posting really late today and can't really think of much to say. Not that I think many people are reading it, as there are not any comments. COMMENTS, folks, I want comments.
There are several possible options for today's post. Here they are...
Tramps.
Optional extras on cars.
Russian Suprematist art, with a particular focus on Kasimir Malevich.
Hot-dogs.
Well I could talk about tramps, I suppose. An interesting enough subject. Tramps are exclusively men, as far as I know. When you see one, you will immediately notice that they have nothing but the clothes they are standing up in. Women of this ilk, on the other hand, invariably have a lot of seemingly worthless things they have collected in a shopping trolley, or just in a number of bags. Hence the name, "Bag ladies".
Now, I have noticed that there is a clear distinction between genuine tramps, and those people you see on the street drinking unfashionable brands of lager and begging for change.
Tramps, proper tramps, rarely beg for money. And they don't seem to be inspired in their lifestyle by drinking.
There is something quite perplexing about them. It is as if they have just chosen to live that way out of choice. Like they have just decided that the way most people live, in a house, possibly with a job and a change of clothes every now and then, just isn't the way they want to go. If you ever meet a genuine tramp, you will find it is virtually impossible to engage them in any kind of conversation. Unlike street drinkers, real tramps have very little interest in other people. They just wander about a lot, and occassionally eat stuff out of bins. But they don't beg. They seem to be above that in some way.
I would need to do some research to go further with this, but I could probably do this quite easily, as my Mother often comments that I look like a tramp.
So. Optional extras on cars.
Like extra and unnecessary lights, alloy wheels, stainless steel exhaust pipes. Those sorts of things.
No real need for them in my opinion.
Moving right along then, to Russian Suprematist art, with a focus on Kasimir Malevich.
Malevich was a feisty sort of character. He actually started a physical fight with another artist at the opening of a show they were exhibiting in, just because they disagreed with each other about what sort of paintings looked nice. Considering that the First World War was going on at the time, you would think if they wanted to fight, they would have just joined the army.
Anyway, don't confuse Suprematism with supremacism. Supremacism is where you think you are better than someone because you have a pale complexion. Suprematism is where you think you are better than someone because you just draw monochrome rectangles and try to pass it off as art, instead of trying to actually draw something. I think the Suprematists had a particular problem with the Cubists at one point.
Hot-dogs!
The history of hot-dogs is a very interesting one.
You would consider the hot-dog to be a very American affair. But consider this. America is a nation of all-comer immigrants, and the "dog" varies a great deal across the States. In some places it is fried and served with onions and ketchup. I other areas it is boiled, and ketchup or onions would be considered sacrilege. In other places they grill it and serve with a kind of mustard that isn't really mustard at all.
There is a good book about hot-dogs (well it isn't exclusively about hot-dogs, but the guy in it sells hot-dogs).
It is called, "A Confederacy of Dunces."
I can't remember the author's name, but there is quite a sad story behind it.
He tried to get it published for years, unsucessfully. Then he committed suicide. His Mother subsequently approached a lot of publishers and eventually it got published, and it is now considered to be a pretty good book.
I enjoyed it anyway.